Bury me in your ostensible sins Like my foot's on the gas but I don't know who's stearing I walk through the crowd like a child on the street Searching for someone's hand but no hands are reaching out for me
Bury me in bodies of other women Values to compare but who wrote the equation? I'll never forget what you said on the overpass How can we stand to have all this inside of our heads
Always so much to say Watch them talk with their hands How do you move When you just ListenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
